Hello.  Welcome to my place, where the kibble is always crunchy, and the
water fountain has a fresh filter.  I suppose it was nice of Mel to let
me have a page on her site, though, with all I have to put up with from
her every day, it's the least I deserve.  Writers are a terrible bunch.  
Mine is always pecking away at buttons, scratching black marks on the
stuff I like to sleep on, muttering to herself,
shoving me off the piles of books on which I
just got comfortable.  

And those writers, they get all the attention,
too.  Once in a while we get a mention or an
occasional "look how cute my kitty is" post on
the blog.  But we never get the respect we
deserve for what we have to deal with.  
Well this is my page, and I say we take a stand and snatch back the
attention we deserve.  And maybe eventually the world will know just how
much we have to do with the production of the written word.  Click on my
name, to shoot me an e-mail.  We'll talk.
Name: Jane
Writer: Mel Hiers
Age: 4
Breed: Siamese Mix
Disposition: Entitled
Turn ons: Tummy rubbins,
attempted homicide, my fuzzy
blankie, cheese, bird
watching, warm air from Mel's
computer fan vent, chasing the
red laser dot.
Turn offs: being picked
up, being ignored, being
disturbed, loud noises,
unexpected human
presence, spiders.